I Hate My Neighbors (In the Most Tenderest Way Possible)

The neighbors are infuriating. It is now 12:09, so it's not that late, but I would say that it is past the appropriate hour to be playing extraordinarily loud music with the same annoying base line for three hours straight. It's times like these that I wish rash wishes, namely painful death on my neighbors. We don't even know how many people live there anyway. I only see one guy leave the place wearing real people clothes (and by real people clothes I mean jeans and some kind of socially accepted shirt). The other inhabitants are a mystery because I've seen at least three other guys walk out the door in plaid pyjama pants without shirts on, but I never see the same guy twice. Just the same pair of plaid pyjama pants. Garrrr! I wish death on them!!!

Les and I just got back from Champaign. We had lots of fun eating until we nearly threw up and watching a movie and just sitting around. Champaign is a special city because Les used to live there and I would visit her and we would do crazy stuff together. Those were the days, let me tell you. One time we drank poison and another time we stayed up really late playing Tekken and I beat this guy and he got mad and moved to Arizona. No one liked him much anyway. All kinds of great stuff that you could never fathom!

I am avoiding homework right now. I'm too tired to do it and I'm still furious at the neighbors. I think I'm going to poison their dog. That right there should tell you how much I dislike them because 1) I would normally never ever harm an animal, but I know that killing their dog would really upset them and 2) Killing their dog would really upset them. Well, on that happy note I'll be off.